Mmm – I can’t answer that one. I suppose we are lucky to have minds that envisage this – mine wouldn’t be up to the task.
I was recently introduced to some very atmospheric cottonwood trees by Timothy Price, another WordPress blogger. By all accounts they could not be corralled.
I’m not sure I can answer it either, but I think both of us can imagine the asking. I looked up Timothy Price’s blog and saw some astonishing photography. Those old cottonwoods are splendidly gnarly. I grew up with a slovenly poplar tree that threw cottony seeds all over creation every spring, stopping up drains and noses. It was called, therefore, a cottonwood. It took me years to unlearn that.
you have left me with a little joyful note about the building those trees are making. The new apartments involved are down the street from us right at an already crowded traffic area. Every time I drive by I invision either the length of time I will sit in a long line of traffic or the distance I will have to go to get around it. Now I will try to focus on the trees. You are, as usual, utterly amazing. Thank you.
Thanks, old friend! I think you can still bemoan the traffic and the other headaches. Everyone in this area certainly knows about all that. I hear they’re building more condos in Los Angeles where there is already gridlock everywhere. It’s scary. We were so lucky to have childhoods with empty lots!
January 25, 2020 at 12:30 pm
I’m guessing what those tree are thinking couldn’t be written here on this g-rated blog post. 🙂 Happy Saturday, Maureen. 🙂
January 25, 2020 at 12:33 pm
Thanks for the Saturday chuckle! A good one to you, too, Judy!
January 25, 2020 at 2:05 pm
Mmm – I can’t answer that one. I suppose we are lucky to have minds that envisage this – mine wouldn’t be up to the task.
I was recently introduced to some very atmospheric cottonwood trees by Timothy Price, another WordPress blogger. By all accounts they could not be corralled.
January 25, 2020 at 2:28 pm
I’m not sure I can answer it either, but I think both of us can imagine the asking. I looked up Timothy Price’s blog and saw some astonishing photography. Those old cottonwoods are splendidly gnarly. I grew up with a slovenly poplar tree that threw cottony seeds all over creation every spring, stopping up drains and noses. It was called, therefore, a cottonwood. It took me years to unlearn that.
January 25, 2020 at 6:13 pm
you have left me with a little joyful note about the building those trees are making. The new apartments involved are down the street from us right at an already crowded traffic area. Every time I drive by I invision either the length of time I will sit in a long line of traffic or the distance I will have to go to get around it. Now I will try to focus on the trees. You are, as usual, utterly amazing. Thank you.
January 25, 2020 at 8:27 pm
Thanks, old friend! I think you can still bemoan the traffic and the other headaches. Everyone in this area certainly knows about all that. I hear they’re building more condos in Los Angeles where there is already gridlock everywhere. It’s scary. We were so lucky to have childhoods with empty lots!